The elder's face remained stern as he considered their request. The sound of heavy blades swiping through forms and the calls of the overseeing elder carried clearly from the training area set up behind him. Thick canvas kept the angles covered from view, proving how they preferred some parts of their fame to be secretive.
"Our training methods have served us well for generations."
His tone carried pride… and wariness. The Frozen Duskblade inclined her head slightly, acknowledging the implied defense of their practices. Most long standing families with - what they considered - unique forms and training often grew wary around her.
"I've heard stories of the Yecine style since my first Descent. I've also met a few in my time. It would be... educational to witness those still young in their practice."
Speaking of squeals and things that aren't kept brief. Playing with Christmas themed images, considering doing a temporary holiday cover.
Some are good, some are so-so, some made me do spit-takes.
Fun times. Unlike the coming dinner in the story.
Elua successfully completed the task of "Make her look at Qatrand first."
I wonder what her next move is?
...I really do, it's hard to understand the motivations of my own character sometimes! But it certainly was not initially to involve Zyris in it. This is more of an Improvise. Adapt. Overcome. sort of moment.
I'm glad to get to write Yatrel again for it though~